Prefect Yamen.
After Kong Wenjie and Kong Wenmin sent Pang Yi out of the magistrate's office, they went back, and Kong Wenmin went to report the matter to Fang Zuotang. Kong Wenjie was not feeling well, so he went back to his room to rest.
It is said that the body is not very comfortable, but in fact it is not very comfortable in the heart.
Kong Wenjie looked at the dazzling red wedding invitation. A heart is about to break into eight petals, obviously the more I look at it, the more uncomfortable it becomes. But he watched it over and over again.
She is getting married.
Not forced. Not to be married, but really married.
Zhong Mingwei probably likes her very much, otherwise he wouldn't have put so much effort into giving her such a nice name. Not to mention that they would not invite the two brothers and the magistrate to watch the ceremony. Even a rough man like him can understand Zhong Mingwei's painstaking efforts. so. Zhong Mingwei really likes her.
Also, such a good little girl, who wouldn't like it
Kong Wenjie silently closed the wedding invitation. Staring at the bare yard outside the window. Every little bit of acquaintance with Meiya is rolling in his mind. Every picture is so precious and so breathtaking.
When I first met Mei Ya. He is still a high-ranking and domineering military master, and he orders that disfigured ugly girl all day long. From washing clothes to collecting firewood, to three meals a day, it all depends on that skinny girl. Whenever Meiya moved slowly, he would yell at her, and then the girl would tremble all over with fright, and she looked like a timid deer when she was overly frightened. At that time, Kong Wenjie felt that this girl was actually not ugly, and The timid appearance was very endearing, so he frightened her a lot along the way. Whenever he saw her pitiful appearance, he couldn't help but want to laugh, and then he bullied her even harder.
Over and over again, he thinks this is a particularly fun game.
When did he start to be reluctant to bully her anymore
Was it because she was so frightened by Miss Duan's body that she was speechless? Or watching Lao Jiang frighten her indifferently? Or in a furniture store, where she pitifully bargained with the shopkeeper for a rocking chair
Kong Wenjie couldn't explain clearly, all he knew was that his gaze was lingering on her for longer and longer, all he knew was that a rough old man like him had started to have something on his mind that even his elder brother couldn't tell.
Now that she was about to get married, could he finally let go of his long and bitter thoughts
…
"Guard Xiaokong!"
Kong Wenjie was in a daze in the room, when he heard a cry from the courtyard, he came back to his senses, saw Fang Chengyin's personal maid entering the courtyard, he couldn't help frowning, but he still stood up , walked to the door.
"What's the matter?" Kong Wenjie asked.
"Oh, it's like this," the maid came forward in a hurry, and said to Kong Wenjie while blessing her body, "Miss wants to go hunting in Changbai Mountain in a few days, and the master wants to invite Xiao Kong's guards to take care of him." Miss."
"When?" Kong Wenjie asked. Fang Chengyin grew up in Ninggu Pagoda since she was a child. Kong Wenjie also knew about the hunting several times. Kong Wenjie hesitated in his heart whether he should hand over such a good job to Kong Wenmin. Kong Wenmin knew Fang Chengyin's thoughts early on. Fang Chengyin made it clear, and there were a lot of business affairs, and there were not many opportunities to meet Fang Chengyin, but he would wait on Fang Chengyin from time to time.
"May 20th." said the servant girl.
Kong Wenjie was taken aback: "Big day after tomorrow?"
"Yes," the servant girl nodded, "Guard Xiao Kong, if you agree, then I'll go talk to Miss right now."
After a while, Kong Wenjie said in a deep voice, "Okay, then I will accompany Miss to the mountains to hunt."
"Yes, I'll tell the lady right now!"
The maid ran away happily, and Kong Wenjie stood at the door for a long time before entering the room again. He looked at the fiery red wedding invitation on the table, and his eyes dimmed again.
Well, Fang Chengyin is right, he is indeed a coward.
…
Jiasheng Thirty-three Years May Eighteenth
capital.
Royal study.
Zhong Zhiheng has been suffocating for a whole day, and since he received a note from Pingxi Wang early this morning, he has started to suffocate. He can't eat anything for breakfast, and he only drank a bowl of pigeon soup for lunch. By this evening He didn't feel hungry either, he sat alone in the imperial study and sulked.